Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Acro-cat
Little Lilli cat
Is quite the acrobat
No time for a chit chat
Nor catching a rat
Always umping up
From the mat
Showing off all that
The nimble little
Acro-cat
Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Burglar Watch
“Did something move,
Behind the curtains?”
This vigilant duo
Deserve the kudos
True detectives
Never
Posted in Caturday
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods;
they have not forgotten this”
Terry Pratchett
Adventures of Lilli the Cat
Sleepy Time
“Now the play times and fun are over
And sleepy time is getting closer
Time to take things slower
And curl up
On a comfy lap
Time for a nap
For I am the real Sleepy Kittie
So time to end this ditty”
Posted in Caturday; in honour of all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
The Black Cat
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday, 2016-01-16
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat” Edgar Allan Poe
Caturday, 2015-12-05, Part Two
Bitty of a kitty
Playing with water
How could I fault her
She is quite dear
I am quite dotty
For my little pretty kitty
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat” Ellen Perry Berkeley
Caturday, 2015-12-05, Part One
My little black kitty
Sitting on the potty
Looking very pretty
Acting quite the witty
I am quite dotty
For my little pretty kitty
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
Photo credits: Miranda Kuusisto, Jessica Solingius, Minttu Gustafsson, Fabulousinstacats
“Time spent with cats is never wasted” Sigmund Freud
Caturday, 2015-11-21
Cats in stripes
Cats all white
Cats that are black
Cats which are gray
Cats in a six pack
Cats who are stray
Take one home
You’re never alone
The time spent
With your cat
Even if a chat
Is never complicated
And never wasted
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday, 2015-10-24
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday, 2015-10-24
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
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